by _old_lady_peace » 8/11/2006, 5:39 pm
"240 bpm"
i can tell by the look on your face you're confused
& if it was possible to be any sicker of misunderstandings,
you would see it on your Goddamn, oh, brand new shoes.
i hope you're a fan of other people's somach acid.
promise i'm trying my hardest to swallow,
but normal bodily functions have been difficult since i gave you my lungs
that night you- you said you didn't, but i know-
paid me in the form of action from your underwhelmming tongue.
i don't, don't, don't know
(x) why i can't write about
you in any way that's not
vile or disguting. i love
you way too fucking much.
let me do so at two-
hundred-forty beats per minute, love.
promise i'm trying my hardest to swallow,
but normal bodily functions have been difficult since i gave you my lungs
that night you- you said you didn't, but i know-
paid me in the form of action from your underwhelmming tongue.
could tell by the sound of your voice you were lying
& if it's possible to be any less considerate than i am,
you'll know it when you're more alone in bed tonight,
just like i know & have known this shiver is not so grand.
i don't, don't, don't know
(x)
but wait! there's more.
"LiKe a wOrk of aRt"
i woke up at the foot of my own bed-
& though the frost was off the windows, i had a cold in my head-
hoping maybe i had slept until spring,
but the things that i remembered were the things i wished i missed.
(not including the epitome of)
drop-dead gorgeous standing on my front lawn
with a birthday cake in her hands & her party clothes on.
if my backbone hadn't broke while i slept,
i know that we would talk & i know exactly what'd be said.
(x) she'd ask, how do i know so much about her.
i'd say "babe, when you're so willing to listen, it is so easy to learn."
she'd say, "that, my friend, is a little absurd,"
but there's nothing i could say i couldn't say in front of her.
(hey she's like a work of art, a picture).
from my bedroom, i hunted for her name,
though one wasn't scribbled within the four pannels of her frame,
which let me know something she doesn't want-
to be permanent, but i do 'cause i know that life is not.
this is how it'd go if we had a chance to talk:
(x)
<b><3</b> Katie! ~ proud member of the anti-milk alliance
<b> "well i'm not sleeping, you're not here"</b><br>
"and the lonliness leads to bad dreams, and the <b>bad dreams lead me to calling you</b>, and i call you and say...<i>come here</i>"